Hot Off the Press - Pt. 2
The fact that Jonah had read my private blog site had never occurred to me. I had always thought that maybe he had come across something that I wrote on social media or a joke I had told or even had been slipped my name by the few friends I had that were well connected. Come to think of it, I was so happy that he had contacted me that it didn’t matter to me how he had found me in the first place. I was definitely a little taken aback by his knowledge of my private hobby but I was also turned on. It wasn’t just the fact that he knew, it was the fact that he had said it made him intrigued and ashamed. He still read regardless of that feeling and that made me wonder what else I could “get” him to do. I stood up out of the chair and walked around his desk, pausing briefly to decide whether or not to close the door. The thrill of getting caught sent a fire shooting up my spine and I left the door open.
“Jonah, how much of my site have you read exactly?”
“He swiveled his chair towards me and leaned back.”
“Just a few stories. You’re really talented and I don’t want you here if this job is going to stifle that.”
I took a few steps towards him, stopping where his knees met mine; he looked up at me confused and I refused to take my eyes off of him. I could see him becoming a little uncomfortable and that was the perfect moment to strike. Without warning I sat on his desk and started to unbutton my blouse. I locked my gaze onto him the entire time, my undressing in front of him was serving as hypnosis and with his mouth slightly agape he asked me with his eyes what I was doing.
“I don’t want to lose my voice either Jonah. The truth is, I have been feeling a little stifled and uninspired and I was hoping you’d help me with that.” I felt the helpless, sad look on my face and watched his brow furl into concern. “I definitely don’t want that. Maybe you need to take some time off?” He looked genuinely concerned with finding a solution and I almost felt guilty, but not quite.
“Maybe I need to alleviate some of my stress Jonah. Weekly deadlines might be getting to me a little bit.” I slipped my feet out of my heels and put a foot between his legs on the chair. “It’s these long days and even longer nights; by the time I get home I’m too tired to even think about unwinding and then I’m right back at work.”
I caressed my cleavage as I spoke to him and in that moment he got the message I was sending to him. His hands traveled from my ankle up to my thigh and he looked up at me for instruction. I put my legs on the arms of the chair and pulled it in front of me. My red pencil skirt tight around my thighs, and my blouse unbuttoned to my skirts waistline, I bit my lip as both hands gripped my thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His eyes darted from between my legs to my face.
“I need to do this. I need you to do this for me. You said you didn’t want me to stifle right? Well I go home and feel stifled every night. I don’t want to feel that way tonight.”
To Be Continued . . .